However, in a short period of time, from the family to the officialdom, from the Lin family to the various clans, they have experienced a quiet and fierce and abnormal sweep, and the people are still ignorant of it, and they have nothing to do with it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Shockingly, this real master of Soochow - Master Taifu.

The official of Dongwu privately laughed and said that Han Chen's forbearance - the lady was seriously ill and bedridden, and her life was about to be lost, and the lord of Dongwu, who seemed to attach great importance to the lady, did not enter the Qingyuan to visit for three days and three nights.

After three days and three nights, Han Chen, who basically straightened things out, returned to Qingyuan.

Dongwu was initially decided, he was not happy, he did this because this was what Ning Fu planned to do, and now that she was down, instead of staying by the sickbed and suffering anxiously, it was better to finish her things and let her wake up and concentrate on recuperation, and he could also concentrate and wait for her to wake up.

Everyone was waiting for her to wake up.

Yuwen Moxian slept on the roof filled with the fragrance of medicine all day long, gently blowing the leaves of the song, from morning to night, it seemed that if he was blowing like that, the departure he was afraid of would not happen, he went out again and again, came back and got some weird things, and poured them into Ning Fu, Han Chen looked at it and did not stop it, at this time, he was in a hurry to go to the doctor, and he was willing to try any method.

Lin Qingzhi stayed in front of Ning Fu's bed without leaving an inch, and he couldn't drive away, so Shuangrong and Yanlong took turns to help Ning Fu change his clothes and wipe his body.

Zhou Fan and Cheng Yan rushed back after the disaster relief, and were about to happily report to Ning Fu how they robbed the grain depot, when they were suddenly stunned by this news, if Qin Yan hadn't stopped him, Zhou Fan was afraid that he would have to prepare to unload Lin Jingzhi.

Countless people tried their best to find a way, and smashed down thousands of hard-to-buy medicinal materials, which somewhat controlled Ning Fu's high fever, and the doctor said that this kind of rapid fever itself came very quickly, but few people who burned it like this could survive, but I don't know why, there seemed to be something special in Ning Fu's body that prevented the rapid spread of the disease, but although it was stopped, she still didn't wake up.

Everyone was looking for the famous doctor they knew, Qin Yan even discussed with Zhou Fan whether to send a letter to Chirong to find the great witch doctor of Qiongyi, but the middle was too far, even the imperial doctor in the capital couldn't arrive for a while, Yuwen Moxian would go to the city gate a few times every day, and then when he came back, everyone avoided him - worried that he would be crumpled into scum like a leaf in his hand.

Although this severe typhoid fever is contagious, no one chooses to isolate the patient, but everyone is very diligent in bathing, washing hands and changing clothes, when entering and leaving that courtyard, they will first take a medicinal bath in the side room to cleanse themselves, Han Chen knows that no matter how eager he is, no one can get sick at this time, especially himself, once he also falls, Ning Fu will be difficult to live, so he takes the trouble to go in and out countless times a day, and takes countless baths in and out, and the skin on his hands and body has begun to break.

At night, he didn't want anyone to serve, he slept in Ning Fu's room, slept for an hour and turned over, got up to see her complexion, Ning Fu's condition was so frightening, a sudden scorching heat like fire, close to three feet felt the heat was pressing, a sudden it was as cold as ice, the temperature in the room seemed to drop, he suddenly put an ice pack on her, and after a while, he had to quickly withdraw to add a quilt to her and put it on the stove, I don't know how many times I had to toss it overnight.

Once he was so tired that he fell asleep in a blur, and in a trance, he felt that Ning Fu had stopped breathing, and jumped off the bed with a bang, and threw himself in front of Ning Fu's bed, pounced too fast, knocked over the teapot on the table, and the fragments of the porcelain teapot cut his fingers, he just unconsciously probed her breathing, and felt the heat in her nose under his bleeding fingers, and he let out a long breath.

That night he clutched his bleeding fingers in silence, and was silent for a long time, never daring to sleep again.

In just a few days, Han Chen lost a surprisingly thin weight, his face was so white that he could see the veins of the faint fragrance under his skin, and a pair of eyes seemed to be burning like a demon fire, which was terrifying to see, Qin Yan really couldn't stand it, one night he broke into the room, occupied the small bed and resolutely refused to let go, and was kicked out by Han Chen, Qin Yan cried against the door, and Han Chen reached out and smashed a blue and white porcelain vase on his head.

Three days later, Yuwen Moxian made a move, threw him out of the acupoint, and dragged another bed to sleep, and felt uncomfortable after sleeping for a while, so he simply slept on the pedal in front of the bed, and he lay down on the rosewood pedal, slowly curling up his long man into a ball.

Of course it can't be comfortable.

He didn't feel comfortable and he fell asleep and didn't move, waiting for Ning Fu to wake up and look down, and look at him sideways, what would he say when the time came? He'll have to think about it.

But waiting and waiting, Ning Fu never looked sideways, he thought about what to say, and he didn't have a chance to play, he closed his eyes, and felt that the taste of blockage came up again, the room was obviously very warm, I don't know why it made him feel so cold, silently penetrating into the muscles and bones.

Later, he didn't wait, he was very accustomed to sleeping on the pedal and it was very convenient, he felt that she was hot, he put on the ice pack as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt that she was cold, and he dragged the quilt over the quilt to light the brazier as soon as he stretched out, and it did not prevent him from sleeping.

One night the winter rain continued, Han Chen was in the house, Yuwen Moxian slept on the roof and did not come down, the sound of the rain Ye Di sounded long and long, dragging people's hearts to ache, everyone waited in the courtyard, listening to the paper door being slowly opened, the best doctor in Dongwu stepped out of the door, pale face, kneeling under the eaves of the porch and kowtowing to the room.

Han Chen didn't come out, the room was silent, and wisps of pale white smoke fluttered and did not disperse, condensing into a strange and bleak picture in the winter rain curtain.

Lin Qingzhi pounced, and knelt in the rain in despair.

Zhou Fan let out a suppressed roar and rushed out.

Qin Yan and Qin Hang stood under the tree, stunned in the rain.

The whole courtyard was shrouded in a dead silence, everyone stiffened into clay sculptures and wood carvings, not knowing the pain, the doctor's head whirred on the wooden corridor, the sound was hollow, the knocking made people's hearts throb, and the winter rain wet the dead branches hanging from the corners of the eaves, which looked very similar to everyone's faces.

There was no light in the house, and the scene was dark behind the half-hidden door, and Han Chen's much thinner back was vaguely seen, and he didn't move with his back to the courtyard Dongyu.

After a long dead silence, his voice came faintly.

"Get out."